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Thursday, July 3, 2008
8:10:00 AM EDT
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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law,
One evening before supper, the father noticed
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.
And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed
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THE WOODEN BOWL
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I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law,
and four-year - old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred,
and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult.
Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating,
and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while
the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction,
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction,
sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed
his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?'
Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and
Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.'
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand
and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family.
to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled,
or the tablecloth soiled.
God's Blessings to each of you,
LJG?rECj
THINK ON THIS
June 03 1930 - Missionary linguist Frank C. Laubach wrote in a letter: 'As we grow older all our paths diverge, and in all the world I suppose I could find nobody who could wholly understand me excepting God.'
Source: Today in Christian History
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wow, what a poignant story; I will remember it for a very long time!
I hope you have a good and happy Fourth of July!
(I've been reading the entries, just haven't had a chance to comment on them lately)
betty
7/5/08 1:56 PM
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